17 December 2009

It is interesting to walk always along barriers. The river. The railroad tracks. The row of the buildings. I need a point of reference. In order to know how to get back. In order to see behind.

On the one side the high, silent prison wall. On the other side the low, silent cemetery’s wall. Really, what kind of experience is to walk, always between? Ostracizing places, forbidden notions, mysterious, hybrid spaces. Both in the city. The one across the other. The cross sign, and the guard’s tower. Representative, powerful signs. I feel the presence of the dead. I feel the presence of the guard. The tinted window, still doesn’t’ t let me to see behind!

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